You may not think he has any. That’s okay. I hear some lines that make me think “Yes, right! Good!” Other times I just think. “Ugh, Kanye. No."

I hope they are all received into welcoming neighborhoods.

My inner twelve year old is crying for a “that’s what she said.” My inner twelve year old is a jerk.

He really does have genius moments, but they are buried under so much other stuff.

Huh. My instinct, when it comes to honoring Dr. King’s speech, is to recite the speech. I’m so un-with it.

I love that this is filed to boobs AND breasts. Delightfully thorough!

Ah. Two things I’m not into!

Son of a gummy bear, there’s a whole product line of boob floss!

All of the boys blended together into one boy.

Tsk! Of course.

Me too! For the clothes and the people. If Ellie didn’t caption these photos, I’d have no idea who these kids are. In fact, she could make up names for them all. Except Ansel Elgort. We share an allergy to that one, so I’m hyper-aware of his strain.

Help me out here. Is that header image featuring a neckbralace? A Cross Your Heart choker? A Rhinestone Cowthegirls? You’re the wordsmith.

Hey, those have whimsy.

These... these should not exist.

Ugh. I have no argument with wealthy people buying beautiful, expensive things. I would if I could. HOWEVER, deliberately throwing away money on a pastiche of poverty disgusts me.

Perfect!

The other eye still starts to close. That is so endearing.

This one is less “dirty” and more “gritty”, but maybe the usual celebrity fodder is thin today.

Thanks! Having the power of ungreying others is actually what I miss most.

Oh goodness no, not Mrs. Trump. She’s icily pretty, you’re warmly so.